The paly light of evening falls upon a face infinitely sad and wistful.

Say then, doth the paly shroud become thee better than the bridal veil?

The Algarvians in the paly weia off to harass some other fictitious village: the sort of relief Gromheort wanted to see but never would.

Ere the snow-drop peepeth, Ere the crocus bold, Ere the early primrose Opes its paly gold, - Somewhere on the sunny bank Buttercups are bright; Somewhere midst the frozen grass Peeps the daisy white.

Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armourers accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.